The Memory of Franklin 195 



Graced with expression's charm his birthday hour, 

 And on his cradle left her gift of power. 

 The queen of History in that lowlv room 

 With glowing visions filled the silent gloom, 

 While past his couch swept on and swift away 

 All the strange drama of his future day 

 Till with a word of influence bending down 

 Each gift she left that wins for man renown, 

 And at the last Achievement's laurel crown. 

 Then at his side there lingered for a while 

 The Comic Muse and with her constant smile 

 Gave the wide gamut of her range of mirth 

 To meet and mock the ills and cares of earth, 

 Left where he lay the shining sword and shield 

 Of ready humor well he learned to wield 

 And with her joyous laughter called away 

 These phantom prophets of his natal day. 

 Take then my toast, " A great man's memory " — 

 '' A man so various that he seemed to be 

 Not one, but all mankind's epitome." 



